Tag: Gallant Vindleton

[pt3: TW for Gore, Violence, be kind to your eyes]           Those seconds stretch to what feels like minutes as Gal sits in the mud, dust and splinters flying, and the Charr flicking back the hammer of his rifle and bringing it up, claw on the trigger. His eyes burn in […]

Why do you run Why do you not trust the world What of the fire inside you, the heart. Is there anything left B O O M    The sniper aimed high, and for that she’s thankful. What she wasn’t thankful for was the sound that followed, causing Obon to cry out and drop a […]

Tap. Tap. Tap. “Burn me.” The cold was rough here, this far north. It was raining, the cold mixing to make the perfect slurry mess that made any inch of open skin sting. It wasn’t dense though. It was enough to soften their lines, but not enough to hide the view. It was wet. It […]